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red lentil soup

March 16, 2016

cottagefarm.krissyosheaphotography2016-3cottagefarm.krissyosheaphotography2016-2Between the dark and light of the early morning, in slippered feet I stood; flour jar and batter bowl at hand.  A warm pine floor dark beneath me and cool stone countertops reflecting back the first bits of daylight. I slipped the heavy linen apron from its hook and over my head, smoothing its front, ritually pushing my hands into each of its pockets before beginning my task. Into the bowl I measured, sifted, pinched & stirred together what will, with any luck, become the start of a dark sourdough bread. It will be coaxed into existence over the next 5 days through a common sort magic, simple but deeply seeded.

On this morning and for the last few, I have been feeling an overwhelming sense of calm. I can only think that it is coming from a place of general contentedness, a feeling of some form of happiness which I have not felt for a time. What I know to be different is how good it feels to finally be back standing in a kitchen of my own after so long.

The thought that the two are connected, this contented calm and having a kitchen of my own again, hadn’t dawned on me until recently. Spurred by the comment of a friend under my image on Instagram, she wrote “one thing about being away is that you miss your own kitchen”.

And this feeling of missing ones own kitchen is something I have known rather poignantly recently. As you may know, a few months ago we, my husband and i, packed up our London life. It was sent one way around the world as we went the other. It was a great adventure, perhaps one of a life time, thought I rather hope not, but the one thing I perpetually missed, that I longed for in this unmoored period was my kitchen. I did my best to mimic some daily rhythm which felt natural to me but how well can one accomplish this in the kitchens of strangers? continue reading

flowers for friday

June 10, 2011

 the peonies are gorgeous at the moment – voluptuous and the layers and layers of petals remind me of delicate downy feathers. i couldnt resist these pale creamy pink peonies paired with clippings from the lemon tree in the back yard. this is my last post from this apartment – ill be back on monday from the new place. 
happy weekends everyone –